I got my love for travel from my dad....great family vacations as a kid. And as for flying, he was in the Army Air Corp (thereafter Air Force) during WWII, stationed in England for several years. After the war, he never had to fly for business, but he always loved flying. And we would sometimes spend an hour or two parked on the side of the road in the late 1950's-very early 60's spotting planes at O'Hare.
He wasn't the easiest guy I've ever met. But I'm grateful to him for a number of things, including my love for travel.